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Chapter 3

It was a sunny afternoon in Hogwarts, the Grryfindor common room was cozy and warm enough to make everyone asleep.

A girl with read curly locks was sitting in one of those big couches with a book sprawled open. Her mouth was moving signaling that she was reciting whatever was in the book beside her to a jet black haired boy who was fast asleep. His mouth was open, his glasses was askew and he was letting out small snores.

Out of the blue, the girl stopped in mid sentence, her face formed an unexplainable expression. She does this quite a lot whenever she finds something new to learn about. She jerked her head toward the boy she was with, only to find he was asleep. Apparently she haven't noticed.

"Al wake up!"

The boy being spoken snapped awake. "Wuzzgoinon?" He asked.

This particular question was enough to make the curly red head girl glow with range. She's Rose Weasley, Al's cousin, who in fact are in the middle of reviewing because of the upcoming exams. This exam determines whether you advance to third year or stay in second year, and Rose is the only person in their family who takes these things seriously, other than her mom.

"Did you just dozed off?"

"Well, what do you expect? All those blabbing of yours is enough for a lullaby." He answered with a yawn in the end.

"Listen-"

"That would be the hundredth time you said that." He but in.

"Just listen already!" She bellowed.

"Okay," He said raising his hands in surrender.

"I just found something really weird written here, and that made me thinking, who would write this in a library book? I mean these books are being borrowed right?" She said showing him the book being talked about. It was really old and the edges was rotten, Al wouldn't think of even borrowing it.

"Depends on where you got it. Is it on the restricted section?"

"Of course not, I need a teacher's permission to get one." She answered rather haughty.

"Well I'm not Minnie to know." Al said.

"Will you stop calling her that! She's the headmistress!" Rose growled. Al reminds her of a bulldog.

"Oh, just tell me what's written on the the book."

"I'll just read it to you." She said as she opened to rotten book and started reading. "Time Cures: It is only performed by ancient families and it is very popular in Voldemort's reign. It is a curse in which a certain witch or wizard is sent to a different time frame, they receive a mark just above their pulse of how long they could stay in that time frame. Usually it is limited to ninety, you will only know it decrease when that witch or wizard experience bleeding. When it reach zero the witch or wizard meets death." Rose finished with a huff. "What do you think Al?"

Apparently, Al was busy snoring.

Angry, Rose stood a left her sleeping cousin alone in the common room.

Al woke with a start. He just dreamed about the reason he was here in the first place.

"Time Curse," He said as he practiced saying the curse that was used on him. Just saying it made him shaky, he raised his arm so that he could see his pulse, there it is, right above his pulse: the number ninety.

His shaky hands traveled from his face towards his hair.

Ninety, he only have ninety chances, and if that reach zero he dies. Merlin, he was scared.

He clenched and unclenched his fists, while the other continued to run over his messy hair. He needs help, like right now.

"Al," Mr. Weasley's voice came in. Just in time.

"Yes?" Al answered as he made a grab for his glasses, only to find it not beside his 'so called' bed. "Umm, my glasses are missing."

"Oh, right," Mr. Weasley made a gesture of suddenly remembering something before pulling Al's glasses out his robes, only to find it rectangular and horn rimmed. "I transfigured it so you won't look like Harry so much."

Al answered a small thanks before receiving his newly transfigured glasses. According to Al's perspectives it was not comfortable. He have smaller range of seeing things clearly, he hates the new glasses.

"What do you think?"

"I'm sorry but, I hate it." Al was answered with a chuckle.

"Well, you have to get used to it." Said Mr. Weasley. "Breakfast's ready, you can come down now, at least I could introduce you earlier."

And with that, Al found him about to leave. Time Curse. "Grandad," He called as Mr. Weasley stopped on his tracks.

"Yes?" Mr. Weasley asked as he turned around.

"Do you know anything about, Time Curse?" The reaction was immediate.

Mr. Weasley's eyes was as wide as saucers, his mouth agape. "Did I hear just right?"

"I think I just got Time Cursed." He answered looking away as he showed him his marked pulse.

He felt two hands grab his arm and found his young grandfather merely inches away from his pulse. Hot breath was being issued from his mouth making the certain spot in front of it sweaty. Now this is weird and certainly this will be a sight to remember. Al thought bitterly.

And the next thing, Mr. Weasley was sending an owl toward Dumbledore. "I told Dumbledore who you are and why you got here. I think it's better he keep an eye on you whenever you experience bleeding, so I asked him on making you a transfer student. Books? I'll handle it, another kid to educate won't be a problem. The problem is Molly." Al found himself dozing off as his granddad continued to blab.

Even though he was scared out of his wits he feels, for some reason, calm. Maybe because of the curse, maybe it can only make the witch or wizard anxious for a short time before making them calm again. Inside he was going ballistic, he was going to die for Merlin's sake! And now look at him, calm as possible, the only time he showed he was being troubled the minute he got here was this morning. And that was only for a short moment.

Good trick, Al thought, that way no one would be suspicious.

"Well, now that's settled come down with me for some breakfast, everyone's awake including your father."

This snapped Al from his thoughts. His father, his going to meet him. "In any chance, can I pass?" Al asked somewhat hopeful.

"No can do, it's late and the sooner I tell Molly the better."

Five minutes later he was walking down the stairs alone, apparently Mr. Weasley said it was better for them if they don't go to the kitchen together. As his foot reached the second landing his 'future' uncle, Ron, was the first voice he heard from the stairs.

"Well, we're N.E.W.T students now! Mum are there anymore sausage?"

"You're the only person I know who can't stop eating." And now that's aunt Hermione.

Laughs and a loud sigh, must be Mrs. Weasley.

The voice that followed stopped Al from his tracks "He's a pig." Dad.

Come to think of it, he haven't really thought how his approach is going to be. Well, that won't be a problem, it's his granddad's problem. Still, seeing his younger father is like seeing a three-headed person. At this kind of situation what would Rose do? Having brains can be useful like, getting away from troubles. Something she never inherited.

"Umm..." A low voice came suddenly from the back.

Spinning around, Al saw his uncle Bill young and unscratched. If this was a normal day Al would have taken a picture of his uncle, eyes wide, mouth agape, and hair sticking all over the place. But, it wasn't a normal day, he was stuck in the past with only ninety episodes before dying! Al opened his mouth but nothing came out so he closed it, again he opened his mouth but nothing, this was repeated over and over before closing his mouth shut, not even planning on opening it.

Finally, Bill broke the silence, "Dad!" He called prolonging the 'ad'. "There's a stranger in the house!"

And with that, ladies and gentlemen, is how to call a gathering if you're in a hurry. Everyone in the house was suddenly crowding around the foot of the staircase. Ron with sausage bits sticking beside his mouth, Hermione still bushy haired, Ginny (mom) pretty and long haired, Fluer looking veela as possible, and Harry (dad) skinny and scarred. Mrs. Weasley was already looking at Mr. Weasley.

"Oh, you're finally awake." Mr. Weasley asked obviously to Al's dislike. And here he thought his granddad had it planned on introducing him.

"Well?" Bill asked impatient.

"Everyone this iiiiis-"

"Albert," Al cut in sensing his granddad needs help. "but you can call me Al."

"Albert what?" And now it's Ron.

"Po-Parker." At this point, Al has his fingers crossed. He hates lying.

"Mr. Weasley, he looks like Harry." Whispered Hermione, only to be heard be everyone.

"That's impossible, Albert here is an old Weasley relative not a Potter" Mr. Weasley said, looking exactly like lying.

"Really? How come I don't know him?" Asked Bill.

"That doesn't explain anything." Cut in Mrs Weasley. "What is he doing here?"

"Umm, you see... it's a long story."

"Then we should all take a sit then," Mrs. Weasley said. "We have a lot of listening to do."

"I'm just gonna go." Al muttered hopping to get away from the crowd.

"Nope," At this point Mrs. Weasley has her hands on her hips. "You're coming with us."

A half an hour later everyone knows Albert Parker, a distant relative of Mr. Weasley's, whose mother and father dead and only lives with his grandmother that died after graduating second year in Magic and Mystery School of Young Witch and Wizards. And somehow having dead relatives is really useful, Al found himself being given with hand-me-down books from his mother, Ginny, hand-me-down robes from Charlie and Mrs. Weasley flooing Dumbledore if he accepts transferees. Though the Dumbledore part won't be necessary.

"Albert huh." Harry said.

"Yup that's me." Al put on his unfake-ish smile as possible, only to notice that his father is looking at him like his a puzzle meant to be figured out.

"Nice to meet you then."

A/N:

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